Title:           Week29 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Saturday 8th of October 2016 03:32:50 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 8th of October 2016 03:32:50 PM CDT

Fuckin' Nature:
>Your mouth becomes dry as you leave the front entrance of the tent as quickly as you can to show that you're still clothed.
>Trixie follows closely behind you.
>"Yoooo!" Sandalwood calls over to you. "What you two laughing so much about?"
>So many answers fills your head, but Trixie goes right ahead and answers for the two of you.
>"We were shitposting on the internet." She tells the truth without even the slightest hesitation. "From our phones."
>You do feel relieve that the other guys are starting to go back to their tents, but a new shock takes you as Trixie doesn't even make any effort to cover things up.
>"You... what?" Norman asks. "Like... you were posting on the internet... together?"
>He gives you the weirdest look as you start to try to explain in a less embarrassing way.
>But a lump forms in your throat, and Trixie takes over once again.
>"Yes. We were going onto online forums and messing around with people there. What, is that illegal or something?" She puts her hands on her hips and takes a step forward towards him.
>With bravery you honestly wish you could have had.
>But Norman still raises an eyebrow that tells you he's not exactly ready to believe this story.
>It's really hard to see much else with all of this darkness taking over the landscape, but you can still feel his skepticism.
>It's even still radiating towards you as he and Sandalwood walk away.
"Trixie, what the hell?" Your voice cracks a little bit.
>"You weren't about to let them make you feel embarrassed for shitposting on the internet, were you?" She responds. "Come on, it's not like it even matters what happens on the internet matters in real life."
"But I still care!"
>"Lol, why, though?"
>You pause for a moment solely because of the fact that she said lol in real life.
"The hell?"
>"Just relax, they could easily understand that some of us don't really have much else to do out here in the wilderness that's fun. If anything, Trixie's surprised that she even got wifi out here. We're lucky, to be honest, family."
>It's like... she's purposely trying to spite any instance that she might be ashamed of being the type that does what she does on the internet.
"Ugh, whatever. Let's just get back to the tent." You've already proven your point to the other guys anyway.
>Trixie follows you back in, and you zip up the entrance.
"I mean, it's pretty obvious what they thought was going on."
>"Heh, yeah, but Trixie doesn't let it faze her. Nothing fazes the Great and Powerful Trixie."
"But why's you have to tell them what we were actually doing, though?"
>"Trixie already answered that. Just don't worry about it." Trixie pulls out her deck of cards again.
>You're a little bit confused.
"Wh- I thought you were going to go to bed."
>"Soon. Trixie just practices cards a little bit before bed so she can think about it in her sleep."
>...
"Really?"
>"If there's anything about Trixie you MUST know, it's that she has an obsession with cards. As well as internet memes."
"Well, I'm still not all the way sure you told them what we were doing."
>"Just lighten up. It's no big deal. How many times does Trixie have to say this." She tells you before going back to shuffling the cards.
>You watch her do a completely different routine from the one before. It's a little bit mesmerizing watching her hand and the cards in them moving so fast.
>Start tot feel more apathetic about her telling the others about you two shitposting after a while, and you begin to get ready for bed.
>Start to strike up some casual conversation with Trixie in the meantime as she finishes up with her car trick and gets ready for bed as well.
"So, heh, looks like we're going to have to be a little quieter in here if we're going to keep the dirty thoughts out of everyone else's minds."
>"Are you seriously still worrying about that?"
"Well, if they think anything's going on, then they'd probably tell the camp counselors just for the fun of it."
>"Trixie doubts that."
"Well it's possible. And I really don't want them to have anything to go on. It would suck if they reassign us."
>Trixie hesitates for a split second. "And why is that?"
"Eh... I don't really want to... you know."
>"Share a tent with someone else?"
>You just nod, trying to make it as platonic as possible.
>"Oh how sweet of you. Trixie doesn't want to have to go to another tent either." She suddenly slips into her sleeping bag. "Welp, goodnight."
"Wait, what?"
>"Trixie wasn't lying when she said she'd be sleeping early."
>...
>Later on in the night.
>You simply decided to go to bed since there really wasn't much else to talk about.
>Lie on your side in your sleeping bag, staying as still as you can to refrain from waking Trixie up. You can hear her soft breathing just about a foot away from you.
>But under that, you hear something else.
>Something... outside the tent.
>It doesn't bother you at all until it starts to sound over Trixie's breathing. And your eyes shoot open.
>It's the rustling of leaves.
>There's clearly something moving around out there, but it doesn't sound very big. More like the size of a rabbit or a squirrel or something in that range.
>You hear it again; it's bigger than that.
>And you're almost certain that a part of it brushed up against the side of the tent.
>Your eyes don't go back to being shut.
"Psst. You hear that?"
>Trixie tosses and turns in her sleep. You can't seem to get her to wake.
>The rustling outside continues, slightly growing louder.
>You sit there and simply wait for the moment to pass, as though that's going to happen.
>It does get a little quieter out there, but not in a way that you're comfortable with.
>Whatever it is is staying still now, possibly waiting.
>The tension grows thick in the air, and you hold your own breath to hear everything with a little more accuracy.
>Trixie doesn't register anything that's going on.
>You're not going to try and get her attention again.
>After a couple of minutes, your eyes would have adjusted to the dark had it not been literally pitch black in every direction.
>The only thing you can rely on is hearing.
>Out of any other options, you lie back down.
>Surprisingly not praying, as you're more confused than anything else at this moment.
>The rest of however much longer it takes for you to fall back asleep is uneventful.
>...
>"Wake up!"
>Trixie's voice startles you into an upright position with your heart beating in your ears.
"Wha, huh?"
>"Did you leave the tent last night?" Trixie asks you.
"N-no..." You try to get your mind to stop swimming so memory can return.
>"Trixie saw footprints all around our tent."
>Shake your head a little.
"What? Really?"
>"See for yourself."
>Stumble into your clothes, onto your knees and out the zipper entrance.
>All along the side of the tent are barely visible footprints in the mixture of grass and dirt.
>Look away as your heart begins to sink.
>Guess that wasn't a dream after all.
>"Someone was out here." Trixie continues. "These aren't from animals. They're obviously shoe prints. Someone was stalking us."
"Oh fucking hell." You gripe with your tired eyes looking up to the sky.
>It's still pretty early in the morning.
>Dreadfully head to breakfast.
>You really don't want to go snooping around in the grass to find out who was there last night. You swear that if it was one of those guys, you're going to tell them a piece of your mind no matter whom you're in front of when you do it.
>Trixie sits across from you.
>"You mean you heard something last night?" She asks you with her deck of cards still in her hand.
"I tried to wake you up but you wouldn't budge, and I kind of wanted to stay silent due to the fact that whatever it was might have been listening."
>"Had Trixie woken up, she would have confronted whatever it was herself." The girl shakes her fist.
>You look back down to your bowl of cereal and listen to the other chatter in the room to distract yourself.
>"Should we deal with this ourselves or tell Gloriosa and Timber?" Trixie asks you.
"Well..." You think about having to change tents. "I really don't think I want to risk ending up sharing a tent with one of those guys."
>"Maybe one of us can tell them alone."
"Nah, I don't think that would work. They'd eventually find out they made a mistake and reassign us. It's weird to say, but I never thought I was to stick to this so quickly."
>Trixie nods.
"Plus, Norman or someone would literally never leave me alone about the whole thing. He's just keep bringing it up, asking... things."
>Trixie lightly slams her palm on the table. "Don't imply that, Anon. Trixie doesn't want things to start getting awkward."
>Press your lips in and deftly nod.
>Not exactly sure how else to react to that, but Trixie went straight back to paying attention to her cards anyway.
>And she's silent for the rest of breakfast, letting the very thing happen that she said not to let happen.
>...
>You and the rest of the guys are assigned to a team in a boating competition.
>It's really not much to get crazy over in your opinion, it's just canoes with motors.
>Everyone else seems to like it a great deal, but you'd rather just be relaxing in your tent.
>Not-so-admittedly with Trixie.
>"So did you two do anything?" This question from Sandalwood could be seen coming from a mile away.
>Shake your head as nonchalantly as you can, focusing on the water around the boat.
>"What?" Norman had somehow made it onto the same boat as you as well because shitty luck. "Don't tell me you completely passed off-"
"Before you say anything, I'm not gay or anything. I just... didn't feel like doing anything like that."
>"But why NOT?"
"Meh. I like relaxing and acting chill towards people than trying to start amorous things." You wish you hadn't been so wordy with that.
>"Are..." Sandalwood starts off. "Are you a cu-" She deliberately chokes as though he was about to say a forbidden word, but you picked it up.
>Straighten your spine and turn to him.
"Um, no."
>"Dude, he's probably just too scared to try anything. Not his fault." Norman tells Sandalwood.
"Can I not just be friends with the girl?" You respond.
>"Nah, dude. You said it yourself that you're not gay or anything. And let's be honest, Trixie is hot as fuck."
"Dude. Stop."
>They start to laugh and hold their hands up as though they were just kidding all along. "We're kidding, we're just kidding around, dude." They say exactly what you pictured they would say.
"Can we just go fishing or whatever it was we were supposed to do out here?"
>"Yeah, we're just pulling your leg, you ain't gotta, y'know...." norman looks down to the water.
>You groan and continue to try and figure out what you and the guys were supposed to be doing out here.
>It's always been the case that you're horrible at paying attention to things you don't care about.
>But as you start doing laps around the lake as Timber instructed, you start to think about Trixie once more.
>How would it have played out if you did try something with her?
>Thinking about this is starting to make you think of other... things.
>It's already been established that you and Trixie share a rare common interest seen between a boy and a girl. You can't put your finger on it, but there's something special about that.
>That really just gets under your skin.
>Something you can't just ignore. Something you really have to take into consideration.
>You really want to see Trixie right now, talk to her more.
>You just... kind of really really want to.
>How long does this boating thing last again?
>...
>"Anon?" Trixie looks up from her cards.
"Hey."
>"Hey. Trixie was just about to get started on another one of her practice sessions."
>It's not a matter of you making it look as though you're interested, it's how clear to make it to Trixie that you genuinely want to see her do more of this.
>It was pretty cool, to be honest. You don't really blame yourself for being putty in her hand right now.
"Can I watch?"
>"Of course." She goes straight to shuffling the deck.
>You watch her do... something that involved moving her fingers around a lot with the cards.
>She's really talented with this, and this trick seems a lot different than the last one.
>It's easy to tell from the smile growing on her face that she's flattered by how impressed you are. In fact, you think she's moving a little bit faster with her hands to impress you some more.
>Something almost magical happens when you watch her show you how nimble she is with her hands.
>Clap for her when she is finished.
>"So what are you doing later on?"
>You're taken a little off guard by Trixie's question, lacking an answer in mind.
"Eh, nothing, I guess."
>She stares at the trees behind you, getting you to look in that direction as well. It's easy to tell she was just staring into space with that distant look in her eyes that happened for a half a second.
>"Well... Trixie recently charged her phone." She tells you. "How do you say we sit around and do nothing for the rest of the day?"
"...Really? What if there are more activities we have to do? Didn't you have to do some too?"
>"Trixie just doesn't go most of the time unless she's actually interested."
"Huh."
>"But yeah, Trixie isn't going to sugarcoat it. She doesn't have any other plans than practicing more card tricks. Sitting around and doing nothing but posting on the internet isn't much of a secret. Might as well call it like it is."
>Strange that she brought it up like that.
"Sure. I don't mind relaxing all day. Better than having to stand up and do stuff."
>Trixie stands herself up as you say this.
>"Come on, let's go back to the tent. Trixie finally got her speakers to work."
"Speakers?"
>"Just follow Trixie."
>You do as she says.
>There are a few campers who give you a half smile as they see you and Trixie walking together back in the direction of where the tents are.
>Trixie doesn't even pay any mind to them, probably only thinking about whatever she's going to do with speakers.
>By the time you make it back to the tent, your heart is already beginning to race due to the fact that you're alone with the girl again.
>No one else is in their tents at this time of day.
"Are those the speakers?" You point the rectangular objects out in the corner.
>"Yup."
>Trixie turns a dial on one of them and plugs a wire into it.
"So what are we gonna do with these?"
>Trixie holds the speakers up to her phone.
>You wait a few seconds.
>Vaporwave starts playing.
>The strangest sense of atmosphere overcomes you as the music plays. The fabric of the tent itself vibrates.
>Feel a compulsion to not talk.
>You just give Trixie a confused expression as she pulls out her phone and connects it to a portable charger.
>Just go along with thins and pull your phone out as well, not having any plans on doing anything else anyway.
>Open up the same image board as last time, seeing a bunch of new posts.
>Lean back into your sleeping bag until your face is parallel with the tent’s ceiling.
>Feel something brush up against your arm as the fist song ends.
>It’s Trixie’s arm.
>You forgot your sleeping bags were right next to eachother. But whatever; she’s on the same discussion forum as you.
>A new vaporwave song starts playing, and you’re grooving to the music as you begin to type with your thumbs.
>The rest of the camp is distant now. You heat up with a strange anticipation.
>Google images offers you the best images it can. Both you and Trixie save all of the ones you’re able to after searching for the latest memes.
>Most of the images are from the bottom of the google image results page instead of the top.
>That’s where the rarest images are.
>You don’t even have to search for things meant to be memes – often type in random phrases and sentences and see whatever comes up.
>Save the images and add them to the ammunition.
>Go back to the image board and excitedly start to troll the other anonymous users there. Trixie tells you to deliberately get into an argument with her as she makes a very triggering and incorrect point.
>Your job is to disagree with her in a way that makes you seem even more stupid that she seems. Create some real confusion.
>[She’s just saying, maybe you should make another character the new main character. Javert has no character! He only makes you empathize with him because he’s lonely!]
>These are getting fun to reply to.
>It must have been at least an hour by now. You know how time flies when you’re having fun.
>The number of replies you get doesn’t decrease to less than 10 until about a few hundred posts into the thread.
>Over half of the replies are from Trixie, baiting more people into trying to fix your point so it can counter the one she made.
>Or something like that, it’s hard to word what you’re doing.
[the way javret makes his hat to the side is one of the only characters the needs you fuckign idiot, its all about interpretation do you not see] You feel your stomach press inward as you laugh still on your back.
>[Go back to English class and learn how to speak properly before posting here again.] The first reply is in less than a minute.
>You see Trixie frantically typing after turning the vaporwave up a little bit louder.
>[Fellows! When Javert’s dog died, it was a symbol of his life and everything he stood for falling away form him. Her majesty assures you that a REAL Javert would havebroke down crying instead of silently sit there with a simple tear in his eye. You have to INTO EMOTIONS! I N T O ! * waves hand dramatically *]
[Agreed, it was out of character.] You reset your connection and reply to Trixie, holding in your explosion of laughter from her post.
>She feels your arm move back and forth from your silent laughter.
>[I bet you’re a 40-somethingish year old man pretending to be a girl. How fucking s a d]
>The both of you smile widely at the reply.
>Other shitposters have already begun to populate the thread. Simply spamming things at this point.
>Help them derail the place.
>This is where the images from google come out; start posting them one after the other with barrages of XD’s and things alike.
>You have no idea how Trixie is managing to use special characters. So many symbols from other languages and other… syntaxes? Something with those extra special characters you could never hope to find on any keyboard in any world.
>[Are these characters good enough then?] Trixie is going under the name of The Great and Powerful Ravioli Runner now.
>It’s hardtop post quickly with the stuff Trixie’s saying on this forum. But you run out of images eventually anyway. Dizzy with laughter.
>Go back to google and just randomly press keys on your keyboard and search.
>Don’t even save the actual images themselves – no time. Save the thumbnails for quantity purposes.
>Now these are some dank memes.
>Spam the images in a spasmodic fashion. Spam the memes.
>Spam them.
>One after another. It’s all in your head.
>Trixie starts laughing maniacally at whatever it is she’s posting; there are like 10 people spamming now.
>As a team.
>...
>Flash and Norman are walking aside eachother when they hear Trixie's laughter coming from the tent.
>They remember seeing you walking with her to the certain area of camp just about 45 minutes ago.
>The two decide not to call out to you this time, ready to unzip the tent and catch the action right as it happens.
>Flash is completely silent as he reaches for the zipper.
>With Norman close behind him, he tries to interpret Trixie's loud laughing the best he can.
>From what he can tell, she's on her back.
>By the time the guy estimates that the people in the tent can see the zipper being opened, he yanks the thing down.
>"OOOOoooohhh!" Norman can't even see anything that's going on yet.
>"What's going on in-"
>Your attention is directed straight towards Flash's silhouette in the entrance, the bright blue sky behind him.
>Trixie, still lying right next to you, gasps.
>The two of you are holding your phones up to your fac-
>Your phone lands on your face.
>"Are you stalking us?" Trixie springs up to a sitting position for a split second before chasing Flash and Norman away in a running position.
>"What the hell, I thought they were doing it!" Norman yelps as he and Flash disappear behind some trees.
>Trixie soon returns to the tent out of breath.
>She sits back down, silently listening to her heartbeat.
>"Trixie wouldn't be surprised if it were those two who were here last night." She comments between breaths.
>You sit there in a bit of anger and dismay for a few minutes, but soon return to your regular fun posting.
>It feels a little bit strange at first, but you eventually come to terms with the fact that... that just happened.
>Flash and Norman just snuck up on you, Trixie chased them away, and now you're back to doing... this.
>A bit of an unstoppable feeling, really.
>It isn't until your phones both run low on battery do you decide to call it a day, or session, rather.
>A lot of the other campers are starting to draw near the tents anyway, but that still doesn't seem to matter to Trixie.
>She laughs just as loudly.
>Not giving the slightest care to what's happening outside the boundaries of the tent.
>But it's still a fact that neither of you can stop thinking about food.
>It's been a while since you ate today, and Trixie sets her charging phone down with an offer to join her for dinner.
>The two of you exit the tent and head over to the mess hall.
>As you walk over, everyone else seems to be out participating in some other activities.
>The mess hall itself is pretty empty aside like two or three other people. You and Trixie gather some food and sit in one fo the furthest corners.
>The air grows quiet.
 
A COUPLE OF SUNSET THINGIES:
>"I did it!" Sunset rushes over to SciTwi.
>Twilight looks over to her, confused. "What?" She tilts her head.
>"I just figure out something really awesome we could do!"
>She tugs Twilight's arm in the direction of her house. Twilight gives her a confused look, but still follows along.
>The two eventually make it to Sunset's garage, where she has an old looking book lying on the table.
>"What's this?" Twilight notices the book on the table in the center of the room first.
>Sunset's face grows excited. "Remember how I told you about all those spare books I had?"
>"Yeah."
>"Well..." Sunset smiles even more widely. "I found a section in this one abut combining magic and technology!"
>A short moment of silence occurs before Twilight raises her eyebrows in surprise. Sunset starts hopping up and down.
>"Does this mean..." Twilight eyes light up with wonder.
>"Yes! We have more ways to try and reach other dimensions! It doesn't have to just be Equestria!"
>And after a few more increasingly excited back-and-forths, SciTwi and Sunset retire to TWilight's laboratory where a prototype portal has already been under construction for a while. The book is taken with the two.
>...
>Earth.
>There is a blinding light flooding through the narrow space between two brick buildings.
>Electric currents lick the sides of the structures with a rising howling in the winds, before everything goes dark just a few seconds later.
>Twilight and Sunset open their eyes, soon adjusting their vision to the nighttime lighting around them.
>"S-Sunset?" Twilight notices something different about her friend standing in front of her.
>After a few seconds of silently guessing what it is, Sunset takes a look at her own hands and fails to hold back a gasp.
>They look... so much more detailed than they were before.
>They move with an unusually high frame-rate, and everything around the girl is an an unheard of resolution.
>The lighting, the sound, everything. This is nothing like the DHX universe.
>"I... just got the perfect Idea!" Sunset starts looking around.
>"What is it?" Twilight slowly turns around.
>"Let's cosplay as ourselves, take pictures and post it on 4chan!" Sunset giggles. "I can only imagine how many of my fans would love to see me!"
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.....................
>You take a long look at the bike, wondering why it's been parked in such a bad neighborhood.
>It's really faint, but you can hear something. It's... laughing.
>Clearly Sunset's voice; you'd recognize that anywhere.
>Get on your knees and peek into the exhaust pipe. You could have sworn you saw her fiery hair just beckoning you to join.
>It's impossible to resist anymore.
>With shaky, excited hands, you switch the motor on and then return to where you knelt, now pressing your nose against the exhaust pipe.
>Take one long inhale of the Magic Carbon Monoxide.
>Shrink.
>Keep your hand gripped onto the rim of the exhaust pipe so you can actually make it inside.
>You shrink out of your clothes; don't even have to take the time to undress once you see her.
>Walk down the tunnel as the Carbon Monoxide blows into your face, making your hair fly back.
>"Anoooooon~" Sunset's alluring voice greets you as she appears before you, completely nude.
>OMG yes.
>Walk up to her and get hard. This is it.
>She holds you so gently as the Carbon Monoxide fills your tiny lungs along with Sunset's womanly scent.
>Enter the girl and start plowing right away, feeling her hold you more tightly.
>She gradually lowers herself onto her back with you on top, feeling the inner surface of the exhaust pipe heating up her skin and the back of her head.
>Sunset shudders with joy and moans loudly as you pin her down and thrust even harder.
>The motor suddenly booms all around you; someone is stealing the bike.
>Neither of you care; too horny.
>Keep humping Shimmer in the bike as the vibrations from the motor shake the two of you around. The bouncing against the inside of the exhaust pipe isn't hard to sync your thrusting with.
>Hit your head a few times, but the pain only adds to your arousal.
>Both you and Sunset are covered in soot as the smoke zooms past you. You cum, using the soot as a lubricant.
>Fuse into the bike forever.
 
SUNBOT:
>"But what if they come after you?" Sunset crawls into the back seat of your car and hides herself under the blanket.
"They won't. We'll be long gone by the time they find out, Sunset."
>"They're the federal government!"
"Just sit tight. We're not that far away from the shore anyway. All we have to do is get my boat onto the water and sail far away enough from the coast line and we'll be alright."
>You slam the side door shut and hop in to the driver's seat. The inner car lights fade off to leave nothing but the blackness of the night engulfing you.
>The garage door is barely visible in front of you before the headlights switch on along with the engine.
>Sunset curls up more tightly into a fetal position as you pull out of the driveway, soon speeding down the street towards the highway.
>Time to get away from it all.
>Ever since you found out that Sunset's emotions were more than what the laboratory had intended, you knew you wanted to stay with her forever.
>But it was also made clear to you that you'd have to keep her away from the feds if they came after you as well. The last thing you wanted was for them to take your Sunset away from you.
>You know that it's early enough in the morning for there to be no protesters in the streets giving demonstrations.
>This town, Troy, has been suffering from too many riots these days.
>So much civil unrest because of the things the government has been doing.
>You've personally never cared what they did as long as you got Sunset Shimmer out of this.
>As long as she got to be real for once. At least for a little bit, but then a little bit turned into not enough.
>The last thing you want to do is let her go.
>And so, you must get out of this place. The government can take someone else's girl away to damage control for all of the other mistakes they've made. No need to take away the things that actually went... right.